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Both for hp100's Patronus challenge
Familiar Stranger
By Redd
"Who is that, Ginny?" Harry asked, his eyes lingering on the pale silvery man the girl had conjured. Ginny turned to him, flicking her wand to remove the Patronus, and there was just happiness in her eyes at finally completing the spell, rather than evil or possession.
"No one, Harry. Who did you think it was?" She smiled brightly at him and slipped past him to where her brothers were without waiting for an answer. Harry just blinked staring at the still lingering wisps of silver where Ginny's Patronus had been.
"Well. It looked an awful lot like Tom Riddle."
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Happy Thoughts
by Redd
He didn't have a lot of happy memories left.
He didn't have a lot of happy memories period, and with the Dementors getting closer and closer, he was scrambling to find something to hold on to. Six years of beating Gryffindor to the Quidditch Cup wasn't working, neither was that time in his fourth year he broke Weasley's arm.
Then it came to him.
Soft skin, shaking fingers, warm hands, the dark red of a Gryffindor sweater against tan skin, a first kiss pressed up against the rough wood of the broomshed.
That was enough. That was more than enough.
I'm also working on a new layout for here, just because. *shrug*
Familiar Stranger
By Redd
"Who is that, Ginny?" Harry asked, his eyes lingering on the pale silvery man the girl had conjured. Ginny turned to him, flicking her wand to remove the Patronus, and there was just happiness in her eyes at finally completing the spell, rather than evil or possession.
"No one, Harry. Who did you think it was?" She smiled brightly at him and slipped past him to where her brothers were without waiting for an answer. Harry just blinked staring at the still lingering wisps of silver where Ginny's Patronus had been.
"Well. It looked an awful lot like Tom Riddle."
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Happy Thoughts
by Redd
He didn't have a lot of happy memories left.
He didn't have a lot of happy memories period, and with the Dementors getting closer and closer, he was scrambling to find something to hold on to. Six years of beating Gryffindor to the Quidditch Cup wasn't working, neither was that time in his fourth year he broke Weasley's arm.
Then it came to him.
Soft skin, shaking fingers, warm hands, the dark red of a Gryffindor sweater against tan skin, a first kiss pressed up against the rough wood of the broomshed.
That was enough. That was more than enough.
I'm also working on a new layout for here, just because. *shrug*